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Dec 2014
Much woe
for the foes
I encounter,
I know
it is not I
who causes deep tragedy
that feeds the hatred  
coursing through their veins
poverty of heart
The withering shoes
on their dusty feet
They tell me a tale
of repetitive misfortune
Succumbed to the nature
of hurtful thoughts
Will they ever want to stop
and walk a new direction?
Written by
Phoenix Rising  122/Non-binary/Death's Door
(122/Non-binary/Death's Door)   
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